So we´ll go no more a-rovingSo late into the ninght, though the heart be still as loving, and the moon be still as brightFor the sword out wears its sheath, and the soul wears out the breast, And the heart must pause to breathe, and love it self must rest.Though the right was made for loving, and the day return too soon, yet well go no more a-rovingBy the light of the moon...Así que nunca más pasearemos tan tarde de (Read more)